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Friday, December 21, 2012

This is the angel of the Sunday School classes.

I stood on line for her, with a heavy heart that year. My dear Sunday school teacher looked me in the eye and wished me a Merry Holiday. I could not see merriness for the grief of my heart which had overwhelmed me, but her hug broke through the brooding condition of my heart.
When I look at the angel I can feel the hug and hear the pouring of Sunday school teachers throughout my life, pouring truth; which has benefitted me greatly.
I see my dear Sister Green, who won me to the Lord, at the altar at Bethel. I see the teachers in my youth and adulthood, as it were, kneading truth into this soul, for my growth and sustainance. I am grateful and I pray for each and everyone, in humble gratitude for their kind consideration of this poor soul.

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Title- The Studious One!

artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA

Are you going to Mary Immaculate?
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…
(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)

He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.

2016 Thanksgiving

Walker Family photoshoot

Walker Women 2014

Freedom Park

Jayne, Ben and the boys

Easter, 2015

Now We See Through a Glass Darkly

Please click on the picture for A link to my fictional writing blog. this is a picture from the First Scene from the Miracle Worker

Me and my mommy {with Baby Jackie}50 years ago

Christmas 2015

Introduction

"Let the redeemed of the Lord say so!" I am redeemed by the blood of Jesus. I am grateful for His mercies and grace. I am a wife and mother trying to grow and learn godliness and write about the process.